Coconut Grove I got my head out the sunroof, I'm blastin' our favorite tunes

They were not alone. Reverie tensed in a surge of protective instinct, turning to watch the stranger approach. His size did nothing to ease her, but his expression was soft and his words softer. After a moment, she relaxed, and let out a breath as she stood.
I... She brushed some of the sand from her fur a little self-consciously. Her eyes were wide, a little hazy to match her stilted sense of reality. I think I'm lost. Ears lowering now, voice little more than a whisper. Reverie glanced down at Blossom, uncertain.